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maria Dec 2019
I want to see you,
but you're nowhere to find.
I wan't to see us.
There's not an us.
And I,
I'm dancing with the shadows,
shameless;
I'm calling myself for forgiveness,
doors closed.
I don't even see me,
anymore.
If you don't forgive yourself and instead chose to shut the doors to your feelings how will anyone else get to see you truly?


Written on November 28
maria Dec 2019
days strange
like spaghetti without taste
missing home

Written on December 08, 2019
  Dec 2019 maria
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
maria Dec 2019
Feeling like I'm going to explode
Can't hold emotions anymore
Your interest
makes me sick
I'm drowing in a cup of tea
So much pressure
I can't breath
How did I end up like this?
I don't want to feel
Take your attention away from me
remind me to not cry when I'm alone again, that -at least somehow- I can take it

written on December 07, 2019
maria Dec 2019
I don't want you to see my burning face.
I've trust it before
in someone's hands
but he was the one
who used the only lighter in the space.

There are no lighters with you.
Hope there is no other space.
I don't want you to see my broken past
and I'm scared to trust but everything looks safe, should I trust?
  Dec 2019 maria
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
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